That got all three of them laughing.

“Y’all aren’t naked yet,” V reminded them when they settled down.

“Well, hell, little lady. You just had to ask.” Beau joked, toeing off his boots in a hurry, then ripping his socks off of his feet before grabbing the front of the waistband on his jeans, releasing the button with ease.

“Slow down, speed demon. We don’t want this party to end before it gets started,” Zane joked. “I think it’s only fair that we get to sample the goods before we give away all our secrets.”

“Ahhh. Good idea.” Beau pinned V with a stare, making her squirm. “You’re turn.”

V felt the heat infuse her body, her skin warming, her mouth dry. Looking up at them, both clad only in their jeans while V had on all of her clothes, with the exception of shoes. “I’ve got a better idea,” V said, glancing across the room and then back at the two men in front of her.

Zane physically turned, following her gaze to the far side of the house where his pool table sat innocently in the corner.

“You want to play pool?” he asked, sounding pleased with the idea.

“No?” She questioned as she stood from her seat. “I’ll even give you boys a chance, and I’ll let you put your shirts back on just to make it fair.”

“You ever see her play pool?” Beau asked Zane.

“No. You?” Zane answered, both men acting like she wasn’t standing right there.

“Nope.”

“All right. You’re on.” Zane agreed, and walked over to his dresser to retrieve a shirt while Beau pulled his shirt back on over his head.

“What are the rules?” Beau asked when he pulled a pool stick from the rack on the wall.

V did the same while Zane pushed past her, brushing his body intimately against hers as he reached for the last stick on the wall.

“It’s simple,” she explained. “You’ll get two options on a shot to make, one from each of us. You choose which one you want. If you make it, the turn moves to the next person. If you miss, the person whose shot you selected gets to tell you which item of clothing to remove.”

V thought that was a pretty good game considering she’d made it up on the fly. Based on the grins she received from both men, they liked the idea as well.

“Who goes first?” Zane was apparently eager to start, rubbing the blue chalk on the end of his pool stick.

“You can. It’s your table and all,” she replied warmly.

The game ensued with Zane going first. V and Beau offered the shots he could select from, and Zane chose Beau’s. Making the shot, they decided Beau would go next. The same occurred and then it was V’s turn. She was surprised at the easy shots they offered, and she made hers with ease. When two more rounds went the same as the first, she glanced over at the two men skeptically. Someone should’ve had to remove something by now. Although she was glad it wasn’t her.

“Ok, no more easy stuff. Let’s make this interesting,” Zane stated, taking a sip of the beer he’d grabbed from the refrigerator.

“No problem.” Beau glanced over at V, then gave Zane a much more difficult shot than before. V offered the same level of difficulty and the two of them stood back and watched. To her delight, Zane missed the shot he’d selected, which was the one she’d told him to take.

When he asked, she told him the shirt had to go, and the playing resumed. Within a few minutes, Zane and Beau were both standing in their underwear – boxers for Beau, boxer briefs for Zane – and V still had on every stitch of her clothes.

“You’re a pool hustler,” Beau accused as he slipped over to the refrigerator and retrieved another beer for her and him. “You sneaky woman.”

V smiled. Sometimes it felt good to be underestimated.

“Time for the gloves to come off,” Zane grinned, downing the last of his beer and turning toward the table.

He wasn’t kidding. Both Zane and Beau gave her choices of near impossible shots, but she made them both after they dared her to. They made one more round and both men kept the last stitch of their clothes on, so when it was her turn again, V purposely missed the shot Zane had offered. Her shirt abruptly came off, with his help of course.

After another fifteen minutes, V still remained mostly dressed; Zane was buck ass naked and didn’t seem a bit shy about it while Beau still had on his boxers. They made her take two turns, shooting with her eyes closed, which resulted in her missing one and making the other. To her surprise, Beau had her remove her jeans, rather than her bra. Now she was dressed in her underwear just like him. Zane wasn’t playing because he’d much rather be copping a feel from what she could tell.

When it was clear that V and Beau weren’t going to miss, and the shots they were taking were becoming repetitive, V turned to Zane. “Got any ideas on how to progress this night any faster?”


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Did he ever.

Zane was all for taking this little strip tease to the next level. “I think we should make the shots a tad more difficult.”

“How do you suppose we do that?” Beau questioned him. “We’ve already made her close her eyes, and she’s made damn near every shot.”

“Distraction, of course.” He couldn’t think of a better idea, and it would progress this little peep show to the next level, which all three of them seemed to be more than ready for.

“Hmmm... I like the idea of a distraction,” Beau mumbled, and Zane noticed he was staring at V’s mouth. Oh, yes. The man caught on remarkably well.

“Beau’s up next. So what’s the distraction?” V asked, smirking at Zane.

“You are, baby.” The answer was obvious. At least to Zane. He didn’t have anything against two men being together, but he had absolutely no interest in Beau. Although, he’d thought from time to time that Beau might actually be interested in both men and women, though he’d never admitted to it. Nor had he denied it. In all fairness, Zane hadn’t asked either.

“Well, that means this game’s over before it even gets started,” Beau laughed.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m playing again. And now, the rules have changed. The goal is to make you both lose your clothes, obviously. But, the new rule is that you aren’t allowed to come while you’re being distracted.”

V glared at him. She clearly knew they were going to pull out all the stops on her. She had on the most clothes, and he was more than ready to get his hands on her. And his tongue.

Beau glanced back and forth between the two of them, waiting for the next move. Zane smiled at V. “Have at it. Think you can distract him enough to miss the shot?”

V blushed sweetly, and Zane’s insides tightened. Damn she was so perfect.

“What shot does he have to make?” Leaning her pool stick against the wall as she moved closer to Beau, V directed her question at him.

Zane glanced at the table momentarily and then called out the shot. V grinned and then dropped to her knees in front of Beau. Because the table was in the way, Zane couldn’t see her, although he could see her hands as they slowly slid Beau’s boxers down to his thighs.

“Oh, fuck.” Beau’s growl echoed throughout the house.

“You’re turn, big man.” Zane grinned at Beau’s distress.

When Beau’s eyes rolled back in his head, Zane knew the game was all but over. Except he had every intention of getting V naked. And soon.

Beau lined up the shot and missed. By a mile. Hell, he was lucky the ball stayed on the table. He groaned seconds before V stood up, her face red from embarrassment if Zane had to guess. She’d played by the rules, but he knew she wasn’t nearly as forward as she pretended to be.

“You’re turn, baby.” Zane watched V reach for her pool cue, and Beau shed his boxers while she did. “Beau, I’ll let you have the honors of distracting her first.”

“Oh, hell yes.” Beau dropped to his knees in the same position as V had been in, and because V was shorter, Zane couldn’t see what was going on beneath the table, so he rectified the situation as he moved to stand beside her.

Calling out her pocket, he watched as Beau’s head moved between her thighs, her breaths growing choppier as she desperately tried to focus on the shot. She had to stand on her toes in order to lean over Beau’s body, but she made the effort and it looked fucking sinful as hell.

“Remember, you can’t come,” he warned her.

“Fuck.” The single word came out as a whisper as she took the shot and missed.

Zane didn’t hesitate before moving around behind her and unhooking her bra. “That’s more like it.”

Beau continued his sensual assault while Zane stood beside them, explaining another shot to V while she moaned. Oh, yeah. This game was over.

When V made that one, they forced their way through another round, V once again working to distract Zane and then Beau. Then Zane had the satisfaction of teasing her while she aimed and missed. He had opted to stroke her clit with his fingers because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop if he started eating her pussy the way he wanted to.

When it was Zane’s turn again, he waited for V to move into position. When she didn’t, he eyed her suspiciously. She was about to play very unfairly, he could feel it. He didn’t know what he was going to do about it either.

“I think it’s only fair that Beau get to distract you for a change.”

“Honey, I’m not sure I’ve had enough beer for that to happen,” he told her honestly. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be drunk enough for that to sound like a good idea either.

“Are you refusing?” she asked, her hands on her hips, her pert, beautiful breasts thrust forward as she cocked her hip, daring him.